Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Takeover

The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is
Welcome to the New Order
Atlanta, Houston, Texas
The is officially takin' over, he already know

look over your shoulder
Let me see who showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the southern takeover, over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

It's the mister fo told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure fuckin' my figures
Makes him richer he know instead or it'll make him better

Than a fuckin' with my money
Get yo stacked right outta Sunday school
On a and sunny Sunday this ain't funny
I jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter

Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down in Georgia
No D.A's a lawyer prosecutin' witnesses
We execute and start the shootin', the lootin'
the violence, start a riot

Get this crunker, crunk as you can get it
Pass that ho, I'm a hit it line, we gon' spit it
Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you walk it, you just talk it
totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope
And I hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block
Try track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your
Let me see who showed up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just over your shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the southern takeover, over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this about a gimmick
Pussys to the side now the game got a menace
I damn seen a that I think is not the realest
We bummin' on his ass, we finishin' his

I got a minute, I feelin' about a digit
You lookin' at a nigga like I about to get it
I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to
So you need to your business if you ain't about your business

I'm a soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a remind ya
If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda ya father
Chamillionaire never show no problems

You want no problem
Get 'em shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em
Ya you tip on the 'em
I be ridin' fo on the door beside 'em

6' 6" lookin' like he a center
10 tatoos like he a killa
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a
Pull out a billfold, put a on a nigga

I have this camp fo put a in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your
Was a big boy that put a in the middle
Ya head fast you hold a mike with the killa

Don't mess with the south homie, a dream
or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I
Keep somethin' ready to blow in the

And you know that cash is mean
Franklin's frown for me when I stash my
Pull up in candy paint that my green
Killer, Pastor and are the master machine

Just look your shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the southern takeover, over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

look over your shoulder
Let me see who just up
the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Y'all know me, it's PT I hunt and all of that
Black on black, black tip, I can't help but represent
I'm not content, I want more who the you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay, my top and bust my AK

No more play, N G A yeah, that's a
Ridin' in the classic a mill and I blast 'em
'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga I'm motherfuckin' bored

Chamillionaire, I in my surrounding
Get my E's and get to motherfuckin' poundin'
Up and the streets throwin' heat, out the driver's seat
to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak

Just look over shoulder
Let me see who just up
It's the takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your
Let me see who just up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you tell 'em
I got drinks stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop